Monthly Archives: January 2012

I got Slow Ernie’s advice for hockey viewing too late: “Just bodycheck the 10-year-old kid in the next row and then start a fight with his 8-year-old brother. The crowd will love you for it.” But it was much fun … Continue reading →

I’ve been working the late shift lately. Which means that in addition to endless 4 a.m. “I Love Lucy” episodes, I’ve been blissfully slumbering till noon or so. So when Mo came in and asked me “xyfg rrb ffft?” this morning, … Continue reading →

Life is funny. You get caught up in the day-to-day routine. Ebb and flow, up and down, there’s a rhythm in which you never go too high or too low. It’s not really better to burn out than to fade … Continue reading →

It’s 4:30 a.m. I’ve been off for a half hour. I’m feeling pretty damn sorry for myself. I worked the crazy late shift putting out the Siberia paper, with mysterious deadlines that stretch into the wee hours. I’m sitting here … Continue reading →

There are no baby pandas on my running course. I guess I’ve known this all along, the sad truth lodged deep in the back of my head in the pile of stuff you don’t want to acknowledge, sitting there with … Continue reading →

He doesn’t really have an opinion on the large number of strays in the neighborhood. Or whether feeding them makes things better. Or whether catching and killing them is the answer. Or spay/neuter (ow) release. And if that’s not it, … Continue reading →

BK asks, “So where are YOU going to sleep?” Note to self: Always get two beds. Postscript: Over four days, we drove 32.5 billion miles in a place I haven’t been in 30 years and which Mo has never seen. We … Continue reading →